morgan ward

the possibility of falling in love.
the single most terrifying thought.
falling into the depths of a constant state of sadness and happiness.
sadness of wonder, of endless possibilities and outcomes.
happiness of simply love and discoveries.
my bones ache when realizing this is only temporary.
you leaving me is only inevitable.
and what comes after that?
the complete and excruciating feeling of numbness.
the empty smiles mean nothing compared to my sparkling eyes when you told me “you loved me”.
but how could I be so naive.
you leaving and tearing a piece away from me, just for you.
that was my best piece.
and I have nothing more to offer except this empty pain of nothing.